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Withering and as ugly as sin What's right or wrong Who am I to tell? This dreadful sight This atrophied body It is me, lying on the ground Needless flowers of speech I cannot endure this shape Needless flowers of speech But they can't see inside of m

Floating in spheres of menacing silence Suffocation and mental pain are equal Surrounded by transparent bodies which infiltrates into me I can't control my movements, my soul is trapped In this body, wake me up! The subconscious is shouting at me all

Diagnosis has been verified... Patient is not certifiably sane. ...Starting recreation process... Softly All of what you have ever been through Will be erased by languidness Why should someone hesitate To give all his mind for salvation They will ref

Treat me like a doll Defenceless and weak I fullfill your wildest dreams Forever I shall be the victim Of your sickness Torment and pain are guiding me To desperateness Showing no mercy at all You destroy me Everything you took of me For eternity End

Finally my odyssey Has been ceased and I am free Now it is my time to rise And to seek revenge Never should I Have suffered because of you I'll come back and punish you Now it is my time to rise And to seek revenge The time has come. May the weak ris